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BLUB BLUB
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The thoughts that escape my subconscious mind
Rise like fizzy bubbles to awareness
My subconscious makes these thought bubbles
In some hidden process
Like the rainbow bubbles in pink champagne
Or the turgid green brown blubs of methane
From some hidden dismal swamp.
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